Short Decapitated Poems
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dreams
decapitated
damsel in
deadlock
disappointed
disillusioned
will dust off
try again
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Decapitated turkey
Heart attack on a drumstick
Thanksgiving dinner
Bad for everyone
We try not to think of the head being cut off
or where the cooks hands have been
Three Blind Mice (Parody)
Three blind mice, Three blind mice
Unwisely they ran after the farmer’s wife
Who decapitated their tails with a carving knife
Did you ever see such atrocity in your life
With three blind Mice
For a mere twenty-two dollars you can buy one of these.
I turn to see decapitated doll heads; some have blood dripping from them.
They have cacti and other plants growing out of their hollowed-out heads.
I can barely believe my luck. Only twenty-two dollars?
A flower
disheveled,
fallen into the water...
Wait for aid from heaven...
Since it doesn't come, attempt
to be a fish... needs to move...
but the water is what moves it...
The finale of the day comes, the flower
decapitated almost powerless
agonizes... !
And as you decapitated me
I finally realized who I was
Simply a part of you
That had deteriorated into
Broken dreams and fireless fights
When the shadow was cast
I would disappear into the back
Lost for now, but begging
To come out
And I want to thank you
For mutilating my soul
Form:
I'm transparent as someone who doesn't hide
In the shadows...
As the leaf of a decapitated tree...
It's facile to find me, I always live under the sun,
or in sleepless nights...
In every book of poetry I am...
Don't confuse me with men,
simple mortals... I am content and sad,
cosmic brother and friend of life,
I'm a poet !
A nurse was decapitated,
a wire had been strung over
a dusty road that led to town.
A youth robbed her mangled torso
took her motorbike then rode away -
a pretty girl behind him,
singing sweet love songs.
I wonder if he is an old man now
with loving grandchildren?
At times, Satan Himself
still rides a Suzuki
just like mine.
what is triple trectatyssss
i am crying at the tomb of
the decapitated bleeding
hearted ruleless anarchic
poetry
i am not science she confesed
neither economics or calculus
i dont want to be framed like
a saint i want to be free
breathe be myself please
be honest raw soiled
i dont want be polished and adored
in glass cases like a false virgin
this is 2016
Form:
In a sunlit corner
of the garden
a large, proud cactus
stood tall in a green pot
in front of a gilded mirror
admiring itself
resplendent
in its armor
of long spines
and crowned
with a purple flowering hat,
until yesterday
when it toppled over
decapitated
by a bug
who was hard to see
and had dined for days
on the gooey center
of its
swollen vanity.
cyclonic winds
howl between my ears
the tornado
bouncing off
the walls
of my decapitated head
it’s all spinning
with furious speed
hurling feelings
as if bricks and bombs
frenzied rage
and outrage
way beyond
the brink of sanity
not knowing
how to slow it down
yet I am
the I of the storm
and have to
find a way
to grab the rudder
and bring me
back to shore
AP: 3rd place 2020
like ether, permeating all space
mesmerizing,
he walked away, head of his enemy
in his hand,
like a trophy ?
frighteningly orangish
a decapitated body shudders.
The holy war
demands its price of a joke.
The face of red and blue.
A terrible reminder of a snaky past
that kills the puppets. The hands
dance in air.
The irrepairable, pink wounds
bleed, sweat smoke
of death ?
SATISH VERMA
Form:
like ether, permeating all space
mesmerizing,
he walked away, head of his enemy
in his hand,
like a trophy ?
frighteningly orangish
a decapitated body shudders.
The holy war
demands its price of a joke.
The face of red and blue.
A terrible reminder of a snaky past
that kills the puppets. The hands
dance in air.
The irrepairable, pink wounds
bleed, sweat smoke
of death ?
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Silly things often play around
in my head like the amputated leg
of a roast chicken laying
on a plate with gravy, potatoes
and peas suddenly penetrating
my mind with a pang of conscience
reminding me
that I am about to eat what was,
a few days ago, part of the housing
of a living mystery
that is now unfortunately dead
and no longer has anything silly,
if it ever did,
playing around inside
its decapitated head.
Cat sticks up her nose,
Parades puffed up,
Completely important
Aloof,
Haughty,
Unaware of anyone else.
She has needs of her own,
And they are all-important.
Groomed to be queen,
She
Is condescending,
and delectably cruel,
Tenderly ignoring her subjects
Prideful of the rabbit's remains
she lovingly decapitated a few
minutes ago and left on the door
step of her unknown barefoot
servant, who is about to scream.
Me
A dead baby lays in the middle of the road
her mother decapitated, blood seeps into the river -
A piece of bamboo and a broken bayonet
one penetrates the rectum, the other,
a man's head -
The water is stale, bitter, and putrid
a corpse washes up on shore -
a young boy, his skull smashed in
blood on the butt of a rifle -
A sword, a decapitated torso
rotten flesh, a mass grave
hands mounted to a poll
spoiled meat, rotting in the sun....
I hate myself
I’m all alone
And so I must
Stop the aching.. The beating.
My heart.
My home is now a chair,
My chains on wheels.
My torture, my mobility,
Yet my self is still.
Useless.
My love is gone,
Slit his wrists.
I found him.
I’m still here.
He is Gone.
I’ve got AIDS.
The worst degree.
My pills keep me alive.
I hate them.
Depend on them.
My body is decapitated.
My soul deteriorated.
My mind senseless.
My pain..
Eternal
No, my Lord,
Mercy, for their wretched souls, I could
Never ask
Let them burn into eternity for their atrocious crimes,
Committed against humanity
And
Against the law of Thy infinite love !*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 FEBRUARY 2015
*After burning a Jordanian pilot alive, decapitating two Japanese
journalists and killing a woman for not wearing shoes, yesterday the
fanatics decapitated a father and a son in Iraq. When all this end?
Sacrificial Souls
Dollar signs
Hiding behind
A noble cause
Babies crying
For their mother
Decapitated lives
Sacrificial lambs
Paying the price
For the sins of a nation
Butchered innocence
Head count taken
Numbering the corpses left behind
On your trail of death
Nameless, faceless carrions
Anonymity meaning endless justification
Over the destruction of a helpless enemy
Without a sword, a dimmer world
Each time a beautiful soul is sacrificed in vain
Travelling from the hospital,
a nurse was decapitated.
A wire had been strung over
the dusty road that led to town.
The bandit robbed her mangled torso
and took her motorbike.
If we had found him,
we would have shot him
and buried him in a ditch,
Back then, everyday-monsters
drifted like hill mist
in that part of Northern Thailand.
We also appreciated that the devil
rode a Suzuki just like us,
a pretty girl sitting behind him,
singing sweet songs.
One for the road, was what he said,
just one hour later, he was dead.
A semi trailer, parked on the side,
decapitated, by the tray of the truck, was how he died.
Alcohol, is an insidious thing,
untold misery, is what it can bring.
Broken homes, and battered wives,
causing the untimely ending, of countless lives.
The cost to society is untold,
affecting every one, young, and old.
So just remember, when you raise that glass,
if you drink to much, a tragedy may come to pa
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